It was not love at first sight.
It is a love I have always known.
I know it as a comforting warmth, smothering the cold away from my naked skin at daybreak.
I glimpsed upon its entirety as it woke me from sleep as a caress under moonlight.
It was not his whispers or her whimpers, nor even the word ‘love’ that was spoken and felt or even the lack of breath between the two.
It was not the lack of emptiness… but the presence of hope that everything will be okay.
Maybe it was seeing that love existed in its purest form… unconditional – that made our hearts yearn for more.
These were what she and I have experienced and what we wished for despite how little we had.